Simply Kayla

Drinking a whiskey on a summer’s eve,

Blanketed by the screams of cicadas.

And the hungry crows caw up in the trees,

Ravenous for those that barricade us.

I can hear in their cries the frustration –

To know what you crave is near, yet so far.

Unable to resolve the equation,

They fly off for easy prey – au revoir.

Cool breezes call for the end of summer,

But I’m not ready for that sweater yet.

I prefer to be warmed by this liquor,

You’ve not met a cozier friend, I bet.

But driven wild by the bug bite’s itch,

Summer’s suddenly turned into a bitch.